what you can't see lies deep within; those depths hide the scars, the cracks in belief, the painful fears - haunting memory - you only see the blunted versions - if you see me at all - congealed together into the body before you, these experiences are me; what you won't see - even if you look - are the finer details: the shape of the events that left the scars - their weight - the thin cracks in this veneer this isn't just me, it is a truth for all; hold your judgement close, you don't know what you don't see
Tag: life
Healing
how long does healing take, which matters more: the size of the wound or its location, what if it's on the heart, those wounds on the heart hurt the hardest, and stay the longest, lingering in the scars formed over these deepest of wounds, perhaps in time they'll fade, though never so far they can't be plucked back from memory; we'll never forget they are what made us
Seasons Change
the memory of summer becomes more distant as fall imposes a firmer hand; the vibrant greens shift to muddied yellows; do not be fooled by the fiery rainbows in the trees, look to the ground: the dying season is upon us; spring will come again, its green brightness followed by the golden suns of summer, Nature's promise: hope - so too in the varied winters of life